The two stared at each other for a while.
''What the fuck?'' The female repeated, pointing in the bedroom's direction.
''What are you doing here?''
''Tell me that I am no longer welcomed here.'' She said before taking another swing from the bottle.
Chance took the bottle from her, "that's expensive."
''When since did you care about the cost of anything?''
''Since I start paying hefty prices for things that I enjoy.''
''You never drank, Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru. This is almost thirty grand. How can you afford this?'' She said, reading the bottle.
Chance said nothing as he stood there with the bottle in hand.
By this time, Kristoff was standing by the door, listening to their conversation, or at least trying to hear them make conversation.
"What the hell is going on, Chance?" The woman raised a brow.
chance stood there silent, playing with the cork of the bottle.
Kristoff raised a brow as
"Father," Kristoff greeted the first person he saw as he entered his family mansion, which they hardly invited him to, unless it was for holidays dinner. His father trying to bribe him, or to show off the success of his business. "Son, you are late." Was all his father said as a greeting. "At least I am here." Just as his father was about to speak, the front door opened again and in watch Kristoff's sister. "Daddy, I missed you so much." She dropped her bags and ran over to give him a hug. "What? No scolding for her, she came couple minutes after me." "Oh, Kristoff. You are here." She smiled at him. "Nice seeing you too, Kristina." The two exchanged awkward smiles before Kristina turned away and walked up the stairs. "Well, it's good to be home. If I can even call it that." "Anyway, Elijah. Is the guest house still available for me to stay in?" "I beg your pardon." Kristoff's father said to him, placing
"Can't stand to see me winning." Kristina said, coming out into the cool night air to brag. "Always jealous that daddy favours me more than you. And now you can't stand to see that I have this under my belt." "Under your belt? I don't know how you can brag about success when everything was even given to you. Father knew I wanted CC Inc. He knew I was planning to buy it and stole it from me to give it to the likes of you." "The likes of-" "You know nothing about running a business. It's funny how you say I am the jealous one when everything I have and do, you just have to do it bigger or get something better. Well, sister, good luck with your new endeavours." "Wait, that's it?" "Yes, you disgusting troll, I can't believe I shared the same womb as you. I should have eaten you when I had the chance." "Listen-" "No, you listen you spoilt brat-" Kristina threw her drink in Kristoff's face before he could get the rest
Kristoff pounded impatiently at Chance's apartment door. The door directly across from Chance swung open, with a miserable face appearing. The fat man in a grey shirt, with ketchup stain and other stains, frowned then opened his man, causing his forgotten cigarette to fall out. "Keep it down will ya!" The man yelled. ''Maybe if you were minding your own business, you wouldn't have a problem with me being here.'' "Its two am in the God-damn morning, some of us need our sleep.'' ''''Well go sleep then.'' ''We all have rights in this country.'' Kristoff flipped the bird, the angry man slammed his door. Leaving Kristoff to wonder how someone like him got an apartment in a place like this. It was a pristine place, with a high selling price. Then again, Kristoff had learnt from Chance to not judge anyone. But, at the same time, of all the fifteen people that lived in the apartment, he was the one to find a problem.
Malcom sat in his car, on the curb, waiting for Kristoff to leave so he could go have a word with Chance. But with each time the entrance door opened up, it was either a delivery person or someone that lived there.Then he finally left, and immediately Malcom drove up with his unmarked car to take Kristoff’s spot.The buzzer at the front entrance to the apartment where Chance lived went off. It buzzed three times, signalling that someone wanted to either speak with him or come up."Hello?" Chance pressed the receiver button."Is this Chance?" The male voice asked."Who is this?""A friend."Chance scoffed into the speaker."It's Malcom, Kristoff's best friend.""He isn't here.""I know that. Can I come up? I wish to speak with you."Chance thought for a while, before pressing the button to allow Malcom inside."Nice place." Malcom said, while looking around the place."What do I owe the
"And that's what happened." Chance finished, then took a sip from his green tea.He watched the look on Kristoff's face. Who was too stunned to speak. He wished he hadn't asked Chance what had happened with him and Malcom. Now he was afraid that Chance would leave him."What happened between you and Malcom?""History.""I want to know if this guy thinks you can come between us.""Us?""Yes Us, Kris, I wouldn't want Malcom to come between us. He is only using you and I wish you could see that.""I do see it. Hence why when I went to the club with him when we came back from Columbia, I ended it with him. Though he threatened to out me as gay, he has no evidence but I have quite a few dirt on him.""No wonder why he came here.""Never expected him to."Kristoff wiped at his mouth, getting rid of the crumbs from the steamed bun."Are you sure you want to hear what happened between Malcom and I?""Sure."
After being roommates for two weeks, Kristoff actually found himself talking to Malcom more and more.Malcom never spoke about his life on the outside, and neither did he."What are you going to do when you get out?" Malcom asked, laying on the ground and playing with a football."Go to college and start my own business. What about you?""You know, maybe become a kingpin. Fuck bitches or become a rapper."Kristoff scoffed."You find that funny?""No, but you must have a plan. This is reform school, you have to come out better than you came in.""Do you really believe that? Because I don't see that happening. Just these rich kids going back home to inherit things, and continue being the counts they are.""Not me though.""You never told me why you were here." Malcom sat up."My father hates me, he blames me for everything that goes wrong.""Well, I guess I'm better off. I never knew my father."
For months, the two have been having a secret relationship, with both not able to keep their hands off the other while in the room or alone.Kristoff arched his back as Malcom had his head in his lip, working his magical tongue.When the door to the library opened and closed, Kristoff tried to push Malcom away before anyone could catch them in the act.But no one came around the corner, so the two continued until Kristoff bust off in his mouth."Where did you learn to do things like this?" Kristoff asked, buttoning his pants."My mother is a whore. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment and she was shy about bringing different men home. Some would tell me to do the things she did whenever she wasn't around.""That's disgusting." Kristoff said."Nah, besides. Your virgin ass wouldn’t have known what a blow job felt like if I hadn't come along.""I'm sure that in due time a female would have come along."Malcom gave a l
Just like Kristoff, Chance said nothing after Kristoff told him about his and Malcom's history.All he did was stare at him for a while.''Yes, I know. Fucked up, I allowed himself to be turned out by some- I can't even blame him, it has to do with me as much as it has to do with him."Kristoff paused."We both were damaged, him dealing with the shit he saw his mother do and then losing her and me being naïve. Maybe if I hadn’t initiated the first move, or made him think it was ok to come onto me and do all those things."Chance place a hand on Kristoff's thigh. "You couldn't have known that it would come to this. You were simply experimenting. Young, and tried to get away, but he used your past to hold you captive time and time again."Kristoff looked up at Chance. "I'm not too worried though, Malcom doesn't have the guts to bring this to the media.""Are you such?""If he outs me, he risks outing himself. Besides,